Evidently it requires a boyfriend to be pushed (shoved, launched) into the world of John Waters. And while such lauded titles as Hairspray, Serial Mom, and Pink Flamingos sit rotting away in my Letterboxd watchlist, it would be Cry-Baby that finally broke the seal.
I'll spare you the indignity of my filmic opinions to simply wonder aloud of John Waters knew in 1990 that Johnny Depp would one day soon step away from what could have been a legendary career as a camp icon for the seedy and maladroit world of the A list. He totally could have been cast in The Room if he had played his cards better!
If you're in the mood for raunch, leather, bazooms, Iggy Pop, tongues, highwire vocals, or Mink Stole, queue this sucker up.

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